abilities." The present pamphlet was ordered by the ruling powers to be burnt by the Sheriffs of London and Middlesex, together with another entitled "The Accuser ashamed or a pair of Bellows to blow off the dust cast upon Iohn Fry, a Member of Parliament, by Col. Io. Downes." London, Feb. 1648. 8vo. He was the representative of an ancient family, who were seated in Devonshire as early as 1297. Yartie house, the family mansion, was in their possession from the reign of Richard II. until the last century, when it passed by marriage to Lord King. Any extracts from the present work will be needless, as a select impression of both the tracts, with memoirs of the author, is about to be printed for private distribution.

Cantus. The first set of Madrigals and Pastorals of 3. 4. and 5. parts. Newly composed by Francis Pilkington, Batchelor of Musicke and Lutenist, and one of the Cathedrall Church of Christ and blessed Mary the Virgin in Chester. London: printed for M. L. I. B. and T. S. the Assignes of W. Barley. 1612. In the dedication to "Sir Thomas Smith of Hough, in the Countie of Chester, Knight." Pilkington says of musick, that "God to his great glory, doth diuersly and wonderfully enable his creatures thereunto, teaching man vpon earth, not onely in mellifluous notes to chant, but also vpon variety of instruments sweetly to expresse the hidden secrets of that sacred licence, and not leauing the vast ayre empty of his glory; he instructeth the early larke to warble forth his prayse, who, (as some hould) learneth his layes from the musicall motions

of

ii.

Stay, nimph, O stay, the ground seekes out to kisse thy
Harke, harke how Philomela sweetly sings
Whilst wanton, wanton fishes as they meete

[feet;

Sticke crochet time amidst these christall springs, And Zephirus 'mongst the leaues sweet murmurings: Stay but awhile, Phoebe no tel tale is,

She her Endimion, Ile my Phoebe kisse.

iii.

Amintas with his Phillis faire,

In height of Summer's sunne

Gaz'd arme in arme; their snowie flocke
And scorching heate to shunne,

Vnder a spreading elme sat downe

Where loues delightments done:

Thus did they sing, there is no life like ours,

No heau'n on earth to shepherds cels, no hell to
Downe dillie, downe.

iv.

[princely bow'rs:

The messenger of the delightfull spring,
The cuckoo, proud bird, mocking man!
On lofty okes and eu'ry vnder-spring,
To chant out cuckow scarse began;
When as Menalcas, soote as swanne,

His winter cloake cast off, did nimbly spring,

And as the cuckoo cuck did sing,

The shepherd's downe a downe was farra diddle dan.

V.

Haue I found her? Oh rich finding,

Goddesse like for to behold;

Her faire tresses seemely binding,

In a chaine of pearle and gold:
Chaine mee, chaine mee, ch most faire,
Chaine mee to thee with that haire.

of the heauenly spheares, and from thence to transcend vp to the seat of the most highest the elected saints and angels doe in heauenly himmes, sing perpetually Te Deum to the Holy Trinitie, sitting on the throne of the most maiesticke glorie." Dated "from my mansion in the monastery of Chester, the 25 day of September, 1612." Contains xxii pieces.

vi.

What though her frownes and hard intreaties kill,
I will not cease to loue, affect her still:

Still will I loue her beautie hate her scorne,
Loue her for beautie at her beauties morne.

vii.

Vnder the tops of Helicon,

Not farre from Parnasse stately towers,
Springs forth the fountaine Hippocrene,
With bankes beset with fragrant flowers:
The hill it is my Muses vse,

The fountaine which my hart doth chuse..
viii.

My hart is dead within me,

For that my loue forsakes me;

Yet why should I shed tears in vaine?
She wil not once respect my paine;
In hope to cast a better chance,
I therefore will ioy sing and dance.

ix, *

Yond hill tops Phoebus kist at his last night's farewell,
This morne the same he blist, in homage to her cell :
The nymphs and wood-gods cry'd, Lord-Phoebus goe your
We her, she vs will haue, you are too hot to play. [way,

* Cantos. The second set of Madrigal, and Pastorals; apt for Fiolls and Voyces, newly composed by Francis Pilkington, Batchelar of Musicke, and Lutenist, and Chaunter of the Cathedrall Church of Christ and blessed Mary the Virgin, in Chester. London, printed by Thomas Snodham, for M. L. and A. B. 1624. Dedicated by Pilkington to "Sir Peter Leighe of Lyme Knight," as the fruit of his " now aged Muse." In a sonnet to his "approoued friend Master Francis Pilkington, William Webbe enquires

must the matchless excellencies

Of Bird, Bull, Dowland, Morley, and the rest
Of our rare artists (who now dim the lights
Of other lands) be onely in request?

Thyselfe, and others, loosing your due rights
To high Desert :-

And Henry Harpur, in another sonnet, proclaims
Art's praise and skill's high pitch, are not so tyed
To bankes of Po, or siluer Thames (we see)
But Joue's faire bird may haunt fine streames beside,
And chaunt sweet layes on brinkes of antique Dee.

Old

X.

Te bubling springs that gentle musicke makes,
To louers plaints with heart-sore throbs inmixt;
When as my deare her pleasure takes,

Tell her with teares how firme my lone is fixt:
And Philomell report my timerous feares
Sound, sound my highoes in her eares :
But if she aske if I for loue will dye,
Tell her good faith, not I.

xi.

Your fond preferments are but children's toys,
And as a shadow all your pleasures passe;
As yeares increase so waining are your ioyes,
Your blisse is brittle like a broken glasse:
Death is the salue that ceaseth all anoy,
Death is the port by which we saile to ioy.
xii. (First part.)

Coy Daphne fled from Phœbus hot pursuite,
Careless of passion, senceless of remorse:
Whilst he complain'd his griefes she rested mute,
He beg'd her stay, she still kept on her course:
But what reward she had for this you see,
She rest transform'd a winter-beaten tree.
xiii. (Second part.)

Chaste Daphne fled from Phoebus hot pursuite,
Knowing mens passions, idle and of course:
And though he plain'd, 'twas fit she should be mute,
And honour would she should keep on her course:
For which faire deed her glory still we see,
She rests still greene, and so wish I to bee.

xiv.

You gentle nymphs that on these meadowes play,
And oft relate the loues of shepheards young;
Come, sit you downe, for if you please to stay,

Now may you heare an vncouth passion song:
A lad there is, and I am that poore groome,
That's falne in loue and cannot tell with whom.

Old Chester is not so with Eld ore-laine,

That where contention is for praise, shee then,
Should not her old-borne title still maintaine,

And put in, for her claime to chiefe of men.

Contains xxvi Songs, and "a pauin made for the Orpharion by The Right Honorable William Earle of Darbie, and by him consented to be in my bookes placed.' '

XV.

Crowned with flowers, I saw faire Amarillis,

By Thirsis sit, hard by a fount of christall;
And with her hand, more white than snow or lillies,
On sand she wrote, my faith shall be immortall:
But sodainely a storme of winde and weather,
Blue all her faith and sand away together.

xvi.

Goe you skipping kids and fawnes,
Exercise your swift carriere;
Ouer pleasant fields and lawnes,
Rousing vp the fearefull deere:
Greet them all with what I sing,
Endlesse loue eternizing."

J. H.

Obiectorum Reductio: or daily Imployment for the Soule. In Occasional Meditations upon severall subjects. By Donald Lupton. 1 Tim. iv. 14. Despise not the guift that is in thee. London: Printed by John Norton, for John Rothwell, at the signe of the Sunne, in Pauls Church-yard, 1634. 24mo. pp. 158.

England's Command on the Seas, or the English Seas guarded. Wherein is proved, that as the Venetians, Portugals, Spaniards, French, Danes, Polands, Turks, the Duke of Tuscany, and the Popes of Rome have dominion on their Seas; so the Commonwealth of England hath on our Seas. Wherein the Dutch unjust procuration and prosecution of War against England is also described. Lucan de Bello Civili Phars. 4. Sic Venetus stagnante Pado, fusoq; Britannus Navigat Oceano-that is

Venice her gulf, and river Po doth keep:

The English on the ocean vast and deepLondon: Printed for Jos. Black-lock in Ivie lane, next doore to the signe of the Acorne. 1653. 24mo. pp. 106.

The latter of these pieces, from its subject matter, is, at the present epoch, peculiarly interesting. It is dedicated to "The Right Honourable the Council of State," your Honour's Servant, Donald Lupton." The fol lowing extracts will suffice. Page 22.

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